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3 am
Screams fill my head as I wake up
It's 3am and I reach for the pills
Tired of the typical crap I take a
handful
After that I can't remember anything els
All I could hear was sirens
I woke up to brick walls
No one around
Where am I?
I soon found out I was in a psychiatric ward for attemped suicide
I think for a minute
I close my eyes
When I open them the straps of the table holding me down
are gone just like my head
I find a window
Looking through the window I see the beautiful outside and what i'm missing
I realize that I made a mistake
I shouldn't have took those pills and now i'm sorry
I was just tired of my life
The way my father drank day after day
Yelling and screaming
but I'm sorry now
I would rather be at home
I need help please the screams still fill my head
All I want is to be home
Instead I'm standing in a cell with
no one
What did the pills do for me?
They ruined my life
I hear laughing
Balloons are everywhere
Then boom all of a sudden
I wake up in my bed
and it's 3 am
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